Week Four!

Hey everyone!

This week went by so fast! It seemed like two days ago that I was here writing emails! So much is happening here, it’s so hard to know what I should tell you out of my week.

Well, Neil L. Anderson, of the Quorum of the 12 apostles, came to this mission in November and gave many many wonderful blessings, but one of them was that we will see more and more people coming to the church themselves. And, before I arrived here in Gex, Eric, who lives in the apartment complex beside the church, came to the church and wanted to learn more. And he is getting baptised this Sunday! He is such a sincere person, and his prayers are so humble. He’s from Camaroon, but has been living here in France for a couple of years. He’s awesome. You will see his pictures next week πŸ™‚

On Friday, we were almost finished with visiting people, when I had the thought that we should go into this apartment complex before finishing (of course, it wasn’t me; it was the Spirit). But we went in, knocked on a door, and there was a woman there that Sister Stanford had met with a couple of weeks before I had come here. Janet is her name, and she’s from Ouganda/Kenya. And she told us to come in and gave us fruit juice (because that’s what Jesus would do, she said). And we started talking, and she told us her testimony of Christ.. It was the strongest testimony I have heard thus far.

Growing up in Ouganda, her father beat her and the rest of her family every day. Her mom ran away to Kenya, and soon, she did the same. But she couldn’t live with her mom because it was too expensive, so she lived with her cousin, who was a prostitute. And her cousin made her do the same thing so that they could pay the rent. But soon, she got pregnant, the man married her, then left her for another woman. She met another man who did the same thing, and she had no money to live and no job. So she went back with her sister, who told her to get out of her house. But her other sister went with her, and invited her to go to church there. And she scoffed and thought it was ridiculous. But finally she did. And she went and saw the little orphans there, praying. They had nothing, but they were praying to the Savior because he gave them everything. And it changed Janet’s life. She moved to France with another man she met and married, and gave her life to the things of the Savior.

Her life has been so hard, but her faith has kept her afloat from all of those things that could have brought her down. I feel like she, of all people, could have given up and been the most bitter and angry person ever. But there is something to say for those who have the power to overcome those hard trials. If you ever get the chance, listen to “Mountains to Climb,” by Henry B. Eyring. I could see how polished she has become through her trials.

Man, I wish that my words could capture how awesome that rendez-vous was. I felt so strongly that we were where we were supposed to be at the right time. We were there for her, which I told her. And yeah. It really was amazing. It’s a sweet thing to be able to feel the love that others have for Christ.

But yeah! I love you all! So much!

Love,

Sister Smith

Week Three!!!!!

Hello everyone!

This past week was so beautiful and warm for a while, but then the cold came back. But, even if it’s not sunny here, it is still beautiful. It’s so crazy to me how green the grass is despite the temperature and the lack of sun. The pictures with the really green colors are at a place that we so cleverly named “Pretty Place” in Thoiry, a town not very far from Gex and Crozet (“Crozay”). I like Thoiry a lot. Pronounced like “Twary,” because the French don’t have the “th” sound. πŸ™‚

While we were there at the pretty place, we saw an older man working in his garden, and we went up to him and asked him if we could help him and what he was planting. He had a thick Italian accent, so I found it harder to understand him, but he told us the many things he was going to plan. And we asked him if he would like help, and that our purpose of being here is to help the people, and he said we could come back at the end of April to help him. This week! πŸ™‚ I can’t wait!

I started driving the stick-shift for the second time yesterday! Oh gosh, those hills are super hard to start on. There was a stop sign that had a small hill, and I stalled the car once trying to start, and there were people waiting behind me. But I finally started it up and went going. Crazy. I definitely know I was blessed not to roll back into the car behind me, haha. We’re protected by the Lord. Super cool haha πŸ™‚

I love you! I will have more to write and say next week!!

Oh! And the cat is one of the Palucchi family’s three cats. She’s the fattest, and the cutest. And she is clever at trying to run into our apartment when she gets the chance. I forgot her name, though, because it was Italian. I call her “Fat one” πŸ™‚ Lovingly, of course.

Love,
Sister Smith